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Wrinkles

For Naomi Lazard

 

Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.

-- Naomi Lazard

 

My friends are tired.

The ones who are married are tired

of being married.

The ones who are single are tired

of being single.

 

They look at their wrinkles.

The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles

to being single.

The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles

to being married.

 

They have very few wrinkles.

Even taken together,

they have very few wrinkles.

But I cannot persuade them

to look at their wrinkles

collectively.

& I cannot persuade them that being married

or being single

has nothing to do with wrinkles.

 

Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,

a San Andreas fault across her forehead.

"It is only a matter of time

before the earthquake."

They trade the names of plastic surgeons

like recipes.

 

My friends are tired.

The ones who have children are tired

of having children.

The ones who are childless are tired

of being childless.

 

They love their wrinkles.

If only their were deeper

they could hide.

 

Sometimes I think

(but do not dare to tell them)

that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,

the soul is grateful

& rolls in.

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Erica Jong
1942 / American
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